The white sheep of the family
Loren realized that no, he didn’t know who Peter’s boyfriend was, and the summoner hung his head in embarrassment. ”No. Sorry.” He’d had exactly one conversation with the adopted Launceleyn, and they hadn’t really revealed much personal information, what with the whole trying to pummel each other with magic and more mundane means. At the mention that it was strange to hear of two men being together—which it was, though certainly a good kind of strange—Loren nodded and smiled, though it had a sad quality to it. ”But it’s nice that it is alright.” It really was wonderful that people could be together and love whoever they wanted without shame.
Assuming, of course, they let themselves express their love. Loren didn’t, couldn’t, because even after everything he’d said and done in this pit, there was still a small, secret, little voice in his mind telling him he’d never be worthy of such affection ever again.
Assuming, of course, they let themselves express their love. Loren didn’t, couldn’t, because even after everything he’d said and done in this pit, there was still a small, secret, little voice in his mind telling him he’d never be worthy of such affection ever again.
Will blood tell
